Jess sat alone at the bar of the saloon, sipping on a glass of whiskey and smoking his cigarillo. He had been given a message that his old flame was waiting for him. You and he had been close. Closer than he was comfortable with seeing as he was running with the Hackett gang. He left them for you though, spending over a year trying to make it straight and not break the law any longer. He heard footsteps behind him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

I know it's you..